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Touch, and Feel
The sun gleam on your skin
Smile, for the world only bows to your voice
Expressionlessly
I cant help but notice that the world moves the universe
Around its fickle center
Suffocating
Like rubber cement poured down my throat
It drips its cool mass down into the depth of nothing
I was told to imagine
That it would make the world a better place
But is it really worth my time
To imagine a better desolation
Such as love can turn into hate
Wonder can turn into...lust?